Yesterday was really good. After being allowed to give my Princess a pre-work orgasm I asked if I could pamper her after work and she hinted that maybe I could. It seems like I haven't been serving my Princess well enough lately so I saw this as an opportunity to put things well and truly back on track. I have never worked so hard in my life. I was painting and decorating from 8am until 5pm with only about 30 mins break for a quick sandwich. I worked as hard and as fast as I could, all day. I wanted her to be amazed about how much I can achieve when in a state of constant, teased arousal.
The whole time I was thinking about how great it was to give my Princess an orgasm, how lucky I am to be allowed to lay my hands all over such a beautiful woman, and how much I was looking forward to pampering her in the evening. Her comment "if we can carry on like this it might just work" kept running around my head. She really understands!
Kind of how it looked this morning.
Kind of how I would like it to look in the morning.
These thoughts gave me such motivation that I was like a man on a mission and I got an incredible amount of work done. It was like a demonstration of time and motion efficiency, with the dishwasher and washing machine on simultaneously, one load of washing drying, four walls painted, shelves up on the first wall before the last wall was even dry, shopping done, bathroom cleaned, kitchen mopped and tidied, Princess' work clothes immaculately ironed and hung up, her underwear perfectly folded, more washing hung out, dishes put away...
Emma seemed suitably impressed when she arrived home. I always make sure that I have a cup of tea ready for her as soon as she walks in and she sipped it as she wandered around inspecting my work. There was no real acknowledgement of, or thanks for my efforts, but that would have only spoiled the dynamic. I kissed her and asked if I could bathe her later. "If we've got time" she said.
We did have time. I ran her a bath with plenty of Radox and let her soak for a while as I tidied away the dishes from dinner. It was hard not to rush, knowing there was a gorgeous naked woman upstairs waiting for me to wash and shave her. When I finally knelt down next to the bath and started washing her hair, her back, waist and hips looked so beautiful I felt like I could come just by pressing myself against the side of the bath. I managed to pull myself together enough to have a normal conversation about her day in work as I washed and conditioned her lustrous locks. Next I gave her back a good scrub and she lay back, one arm over her head, waiting for me to shave her armpit, then the other.
Before shaving her legs I gave them a good exfoliating scrub with a body puff, then a rinse before applying shaving foam. I took great care last night to shave them perfectly, leaving not a single hair, all the while marvelling at her lovely perfect brown skin and feminine curves. Her calves have just enough muscle to be firm and shapely without losing any femininity, and her thighs are strong and perfectly proportioned. After shaving her legs I carefully stroked them to check for any missed hairs.
She asked me if I wanted to get in after her and of course I did. I would bathe in my Princess' dirty water every day if I had the chance. Last night though was extra-special. My Princess decided to shave her pussy whilst standing over me in the bath. I held her calves and kissed her thighs as she did it, the and of my hard-on bobbing up through the water's surface. Then she was off, drying herself as I washed in her dead skin and hair.
I bathed as quickly as possible as I wanted to be able to moisturise her before she got into bed. I pulled the plug and dried myself within two minutes of getting in and then I was kneeling next to the bed, rubbing bronzing moisturiser into her warm, clean, smooth legs. She was sat on the edge of the bed looking down on me as I did this. The wardrobe mirror afforded her a perfect view of the whole tableau; me, supplicant and her, regal and relaxed.
Finally we got into bed and I spooned her, kissing her next adoringly. Amazingly, she decided she wanted an orgasm. I gave her one with my fingers and then she decided she wanted sex. We did it with her on top as she played with herself until she came, and then she wanted it from behind, and came again twice. Then she indicated that she wanted me to come too. I was totally unable to object or resist and had one of the most explosive orgasms of my life, looking down upon the woman that I worship, her ass in front of me, my hands on her small waist, my cock, deep inside her. Then I collapsed on her, head buried in her her hair, still damp from the bath.
That was last night. This morning I am drained. How long will it take to recharge my batteries? I don't know. I think Emma has had between eight and ten orgasms to my one, and yet I still feel that I have been allowed too much. I don't think there will be much housework done today...
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